THE ALPHA'S HUMAN BREEDER
“That could be nothing. And when my mate died, I felt like my soul had been ripped out of my body and torn to pieces.”
“Were you together, when it happened?” I ask urgently, “were you chosen or fated?”
“We were together.” Lucy admits reluctantly, as if I’m forcing her to remember things she’d rather not. “I saw it happen, and yes, we were fated.”
“I’m sorry.” I hiccup, “I didn’t mean… I’m just trying to figure this out.”
“It’s okay.” Lucy answers, though her shoulders are rigid. “I understand.”
A few minutes later Elder Collins comes rushing into the nursery, followed closely by Damian. “Gloria what’s wrong?”